Literature
4: On the Sound of Rain
There are windchimes
singing
as raindrops ghost past them –
the serenade for the fog
that the trees have pulled close to their bark.
The hushed regality
speaks to the heartbeat of the earth;
this is a time to breathe
in time with the clouds,
as they sigh and wistfully
rest wishes
on the ground below.
And the forest smells of renewal,
the clean coolness
following the distant cracks of thunder,
and closer by,
the pavement echoes
the sylvan petrichor.
Nature’s lullaby
subdues passerby
and worries hang suspended,
kneaded away by the rain.